The drizzle and the rain
the light shower and heavy downpour
intermittent and lasting
make the days essentially chaotic.
With the sun always raging high
wet clothes are hung in the exterior
ensuring a quicker dry up, this
seasonal break outs render a curb.
Clouds gather in haste , the sky
grows dark, a prelude to rains
being visible, I stand in my backyard
assessing the weather.
With a pail of washed clothes in one hand,
I step in and out pushing ‘the door ajar with the other
not wishing to spread them in the cloth strings
that crosses my enclosed backyard.
I might sound foolish to many of you but that is how I am made off, an exposure to warmth, I feel, drives the moisture away. extends a freshness,a straightening , an appearance of grandeur.
the starched clothes
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